Life is just like a picture,
You figure you're in a cage, or elsewhere,
You say: this is not my fate
or you say that it's a shame, you despair.
I was given everything,
could never choose my coloured /luggage
I run alongside a train
I was given casually,
too early.
And I look at all those
who lean at the windows,
tell myself some of them
speak to me, who knows ?
Oh, I run, alone..
I run and always feel all alone..
If I' m not getting you,
please teach me your language
Tell me things that do me good
set me back on my feet,
Oh I run alone,
I run and always feel all alone.
For some likable affairs,
I sometimes arrived too late, but who cares ....
I'll reach the end of the lane
and when the night is pitch-black, I'll be fine.
Think not about tomorrow,
and do not sleep in the wild, you'll survive....
I run alongside a train
I was given casually, one morning..
And I look at all those
who lean at the windows,
tell myself some of them
speak to me, who knows ?
Oh, I run, alone..
I run and always feel all alone..
If I' m not getting you,
please teach me your language
Tell me things that do me good
set me back on my feet,
Oh I run alone,
I run and always feel all alone.
And I look at all those
who lean at the windows,
tell myself some of them
speak to me, who knows ?
Oh, I run, alone..
I run and always feel all alone..
You will surely be told
that my story is strange,
I know, but I can't stop
since sta/
tions bear no names nowadays.
Oh I run alone
I run and I always feel alone..
Oh, I run alone
I run and I always feel alone